Blood Diaries
Copyright© 2026 by ArthurianMorgaine
Chapter 1: Winter Evenings
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: Winter Evenings - A college student’s long-distance romance takes a dark turn when her mysterious fiancé reveals an impossible truth: he is an immortal predator who survives on blood. Drawn into his hidden world of secret societies, supernatural power, and moral hunting, she must decide whether eternal life beside him is worth abandoning humanity.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery Fiction Paranormal Vampires
I logged on and didn’t see him right away, so I checked my e-mail, and there was a message from him that read:
My Love~
I may be a bit late today. I had something to do. But never fear, you will hear from me sometime tonight.
Love Always,
Dean
We had met over the internet. He had proposed over the internet, and we kept communication over the internet. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave on short notice; he always had work to do ever since he had graduated college.
It was getting late, and I hadn’t eaten all day, so I put up my away message and went to get some dinner. It was almost the middle of winter, and it had gotten dark at about 4 o’clock. The snow had just stopped about an hour ago, and all the college freshmen were out throwing snowballs in the dark. I hid behind a “barricade” and made several snowballs and chucked them at the unsuspecting people, ducking back down unnoticed.
“I saw that ... you will have to be punished for such deeds!” The voice sounded menacing, and I slowly turned my head around. All of a sudden, my good friend, Thomas, smashed a snowball on the top of my head.
“Very funny! Now I’m cold!” I pouted.
“Awwwww. I’m sorry! How can I make it up to you?” he said, offering me his hand.
I got a devilish thought and grabbed his hand, pulling him face first into the snowbank. “We are even!” I said as I got up and dusted myself off.
I continued walking to this little diner that was always really popular in the wintertime. You could get fresh hot roast beef sandwiches or cream of broccoli soup at any time of the night. I was greeted familiarly by the woman at the cash register, and she immediately cleared my favorite seat at the long bar and handed me a menu. I ordered the “Soup-of-the-Day with Grilled Cheese”, my favorite late-night snack. She served me quickly, and I sat there gazing out of the window. All of the shops that lined the street were decorated for the holidays.
It was my first holiday away from home, and surprisingly, I really loved it. I went to so many parties with all of my roommates and never felt alone. Since I was the Culinary Arts major, I was assigned to cook Thanksgiving dinner for all of them. I used the kitchen in my classroom after school and made everything the day before and reheated it when it came time to eat. Turkey, stuffing, cranberries, and fresh pumpkin pie were on the menu for us. We had leftovers for 3 days!
I had made friends easily in Rhode Island. I was always the life of the party, which was unusual because I never used to go out to clubs and parties before I was on my own. But every day I would come online and type away to my fiancée.
I finished my sandwich and tipped the waitress well and wished her a good evening. I went to use the bathroom in the back of the diner, and I stood there staring in the mirror as I washed my hands. I had long brown hair that curled in large ringlets. I had a very petite figure; small waist, round face, and only a little over five feet tall. Many had told me that I look like a little faerie, and my fiancée had even called me “Morgaine of the Faeries” on several occasions.
I walked back to my dorm and took the elevator up to my room. I looked at my computer and had gotten no messages. I felt a little disheartened but remembered his hectic schedule and felt I had no reason to complain. I went and got undressed, hanging my coat on the rack and putting my wet boots on the rug. I was about to slip into my pajamas when the phone rang.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hello, my darling,” said the voice on the other end. I immediately recognized it as Dean’s voice.
“How are you? But more importantly, where are you?” I asked.
“Well, I had something I had to take care of, and I couldn’t put it off any longer,” he told me.
I heard a knock at the door. “Hold on a second, there’s someone at the door. It better not be Thomas with a snowball!” I said, the last of which I said loud enough so that the person on the other side of the door would be able to hear me.
I opened the door, and a man was standing there with his shoulder resting in the doorway: a tall man in a very nice suit. I stared into his eyes, and then it hit me. It was Dean, and he was holding his cell phone in his other hand. A flood of emotions came over me as I hung up the phone and wrapped my arms around him.
“Oh my goodness! How did you get here?” I asked.
“Well, I took a flight out of-”
“You flew here?!” I said as I cut him off. “Flying is very expensive! And you don’t have the money to be spending on trips to see me!” I snipped.
“Well, ‘technically’ it’s a business trip. I told my boss that we should look for investors in the Northeast, and I volunteered to go scouting. I had already done much research, and I have gotten all the possible investors to come to a 30-minute meeting at the end of the week. The trip is free, the hotel is free, and the meals are free ... I have it made! I even have a free rental car, and I can even wreck it if I want to because it’s insured!!”
“Oh,” I said sheepishly. “I’m sorry to have snapped at you then. And let’s not go wrecking any rental cars, honey!”
“Apology accepted! Now, let’s go out for dinner or something.”
“Dinner sounds fine. Even though I just ate, just being in your company would be lovely,” I said.
“Now we are going to a fancy restaurant, not that cheesy little diner I saw you go into, so you have to get dressed up really nicely. The company is going to be expecting large tabs at good restaurants because I’m supposed to be persuading clients,” he explained.
“This is all very sudden,” I said as I took a seat on my roommate’s bed.
“Come on, my love, the night is young!”
I agreed, and we picked out my clothes. It took him a half hour to decide which dress he liked better after we narrowed it down to three choices. Then, as I got dressed, he picked out my accessories, none of which matched, so I switched them when it was his turn to get changed. I brushed out my hair quickly and put it up in one of the really popular styles, my curls hanging down along my face. I went to go put on some make-up, which was an oddity for me, but I wanted to look my best for him. As I started to take it all out and stand in front of the mirror, he stopped me and turned my face towards his.
“You don’t need make-up; you are beautiful as you are,” he whispered to me.
“Thank you; that means a whole lot to me,” I embraced him warmly and put on my jewelry.
As I went to put on my ring, he stopped me once more and pulled out a fuzzy little ring box and handed it to me. It was my engagement ring that he had promised me. I wept upon sight of it, and he placed it on my finger and kissed my cheek gently. I put my brush in my handbag and tossed in a box of Altoids and my lip-gloss.
“Let us be off, m’lady,” he said in an English accent.
He escorted me to the elevator. We looked so sweet together. He had on a pair of black pants and a sport coat with a red shirt and a darker red tie, and I had on a lovely blue dress that swayed when I moved. As the elevator doors opened, he bowed down and held the door for me, and I went in first. He treated me like such a lady. When the elevator stopped at the first floor, he escorted me to his car and then, being a gentleman, opened and closed the door for me. This wonderful treatment continued the whole evening.
We went to a classy French restaurant. (... HA! the French! What do they know about cuisine and tastes?! They put hollandaise sauce and caviar on everything makes gaggy noises...) The waiter seated us and gave us our menus.
“I’ll take a cup of hot tea and a Caesar salad,” I said.
“And I will have the filet mignon, roasted potatoes, and a bottle of white wine for later on tonight,” Dean said with a wink.
The waiter scurried off and left us alone. He began playing footsie with me, and I blushed a brilliant red. He stretched his hand across the small table, and I held it tightly. I felt so shy! He leaned across the table and took my hand to his lips and kissed the back of my palm. I felt as if I would just die. He was so kind to me and always a perfect gentleman. When our food arrived, we made idle chatter about school and his job and how we would spend this week together. I finished before him and tried to loosen up a bit. I excused myself to the bathroom, and he got up and pulled away my chair for me. I went into the women’s room and locked the door.
“Relax, Dana! This is the love of your life here in front of you, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with! Why must you be so shy around other people?!” I censured myself out loud.
I splashed a little water on my face and used a paper towel to pat it dry. I unlocked the door and resumed my seat at the table. Dean was just finishing his dinner, and he paid the bill using his company’s card.
“Are you ready to go? It’s only eleven... there is still plenty to do and a nice bottle of wine to share later,” he said.
“I guess so. What else are we going to do?” I asked.
“Well, the hotel I’m staying at has a nice pool and spa, so we could go for a dip and then retire a bit later,” he suggested.
“That sounds really good except for the half-naked in a swimsuit part,” I jested.
“Oh, come on now, we have to stop and get some things for you like your pajamas, suit, and toothbrush, so it will be twelve before we get to the hotel. Please! It will be fun!” he pleaded and gave me the sad puppy-dog look.
“Maybe, let’s just drive around for a while and figure it all out. I’m getting really tired though. I’m sorry I’m not the life of the party,” I said, a little downhearted.